Tag Archives: Thuy

Back to back, Eli and I looked around in the deepening dark. I could see my breath. “We’re gonna have to run for it,” Eli said, panting. “You first. I got your back,” I told him. “With what?” Eli laughed. … Continue reading →

My lungs burned by the time I made it to the Town Hall parking lot; I ran in the open without consideration — thoughts of what could happen to me as the sun finished its descent were too far from … Continue reading →

“Blue flare when you find him, so everyone knows to head back to the van!” I heard Eli shout after us. I didn’t answer. Asshole. Of course I know to use the blue flare. I could see my breath as … Continue reading →

Jori pulled the van to a lurching stop, and the other vans did the same — off to the side of the road, out of habit, not because anyone else would be driving along. “Go back!” Thuy shouted. “We have … Continue reading →

Our little caravan of fighters, of survivors, sped away on streets of winterdust, leaving behind the crossroads of Nothington, headed east as fast as we could go. A few people cried in the back, adrenaline finally fading. Eli kept touching … Continue reading →